Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Netherlands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Make Up,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
the Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.